"Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb."Sir Winston Churchill
IT'S human nature to be disatisfied with ones lot in life. Nothing is ever good enough for most people. My cars not big enough. I don't earn enough money. I'm not happy with my job. My house isn't in the right area. I'm not with the right person. I think i'm too fat. I think I'm too thin. I don't like my hair. If only he understood me. If only she knew what i was going through. I can't stand being alone. I can't stand all these people. Why can't I be happy here? Et cetera et cetera ad infinatum.
WE struggle, strive and suffer to forge on through this life expecting a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and along the way, most of us are content to moan and complain about everything that's bothering us. Some of us feel that if we earned a lot of money we'd have nothing to complain about, right? Well, I've met a few rich people who are just about as unhappy with their life as anyone else is. The only difference between us regular folks and them is the content of our moaning. We all are unhappy, it seems, with where we are and what we're ding most of the time. There's always that one thing, just at the horizon, we think that if we reach, we're sure we'll be satisfied. The funny thing is that when we get there, suddenly something else strikes our fancy.
Green pastures are what we seek, but we constantly reset the definition of what we consider to be greener pastures everytime we reach the original goal. I suppose that is progress, it is suicide to allow one self to stagnate by remaining static but do we really need to be so upset and uptight all the time about it? Why do we have this urge to make ourselves suffer, for it truly is us who makes ourselves suffer and no one else. We can blame others for our suffering but truly the only person who can make you unhappy is yourself. Everyone has path in life to follow that is both personal and independent from everyone else's and only you can beat your own path. The path to happiness follows the same paradigm, only you can make it happen. There is no quick fix way to make yourself happy, no guru will lead you there, no product you can buy, food you can eat or drink you can drink, will ever make you happy. You have to make a conscious effort to be happy, to determine what will make you happy and achieve it.
But why is it that we always feel that the grass is always green on the other side? I suppose it's because most of us are quite insecure about ourselves that we feel that we need some external stimuli, a new house, job, car etc, to make us happy. Our current environment is not conducive to our happiness so we seek to find something else that would be. Basically, we're passing the buck. We're not allowing ourselves to believe that the true root of our dissatisfaction is but ourselves. We pass the blame to something else and say,"that's the reason i'm not happy!" when in all actuality it's only us who made ourselves upset. Take a breath, take a deep breath. Isn't that wonderful? You're breathing, that means your alive, that means you have it within your power to be happy for only the dead can't change their minds. A final thought, shit is shit, and it's the same all over, but it's up to you if you want to moan about it or not. Lay back a bit, relax, and make yourself happy for a change.
WE struggle, strive and suffer to forge on through this life expecting a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and along the way, most of us are content to moan and complain about everything that's bothering us. Some of us feel that if we earned a lot of money we'd have nothing to complain about, right? Well, I've met a few rich people who are just about as unhappy with their life as anyone else is. The only difference between us regular folks and them is the content of our moaning. We all are unhappy, it seems, with where we are and what we're ding most of the time. There's always that one thing, just at the horizon, we think that if we reach, we're sure we'll be satisfied. The funny thing is that when we get there, suddenly something else strikes our fancy.
Green pastures are what we seek, but we constantly reset the definition of what we consider to be greener pastures everytime we reach the original goal. I suppose that is progress, it is suicide to allow one self to stagnate by remaining static but do we really need to be so upset and uptight all the time about it? Why do we have this urge to make ourselves suffer, for it truly is us who makes ourselves suffer and no one else. We can blame others for our suffering but truly the only person who can make you unhappy is yourself. Everyone has path in life to follow that is both personal and independent from everyone else's and only you can beat your own path. The path to happiness follows the same paradigm, only you can make it happen. There is no quick fix way to make yourself happy, no guru will lead you there, no product you can buy, food you can eat or drink you can drink, will ever make you happy. You have to make a conscious effort to be happy, to determine what will make you happy and achieve it.
But why is it that we always feel that the grass is always green on the other side? I suppose it's because most of us are quite insecure about ourselves that we feel that we need some external stimuli, a new house, job, car etc, to make us happy. Our current environment is not conducive to our happiness so we seek to find something else that would be. Basically, we're passing the buck. We're not allowing ourselves to believe that the true root of our dissatisfaction is but ourselves. We pass the blame to something else and say,"that's the reason i'm not happy!" when in all actuality it's only us who made ourselves upset. Take a breath, take a deep breath. Isn't that wonderful? You're breathing, that means your alive, that means you have it within your power to be happy for only the dead can't change their minds. A final thought, shit is shit, and it's the same all over, but it's up to you if you want to moan about it or not. Lay back a bit, relax, and make yourself happy for a change.
"We have normality. I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can't cope with is therefore your own problem."
Douglas Adams - Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy
If you're a doctor or a cop, you probably enjoy it when people ask you what you do for a living. You can explain your job in one word and people will respect you for it. You could be the worst doctor in the world - like say you're a surgeon who turns people in Siamese twins twice a week - and you would still be respected. Or you could be a cop who shoots eye witnesses to save on paper work. It wouldn't matter. You have a one word job description and people will love you for it.
Now, I've held a fair numbers of positions in my time and I've been called many things and what i notive is that rarely do people do what their titles say they do or at least allude to what they do. Sometimes, their job titles are downright misleading. A personal example was when i was a student i took a job with Shell and my official title was Senior Sanitation Engineer. Sounds impressive right? Makes you think that my job involved heavy machinery or something, right? Well, the only heavy machinery i operated was a vacuum cleaner as in real world terms, I was a cleaner. Companies sometimes also are guilty of giving position titles that are so idiosyncratic to that company no one outside tha company would have the slightest inkling of what that job actualy does.
Now, I've held a fair numbers of positions in my time and I've been called many things and what i notive is that rarely do people do what their titles say they do or at least allude to what they do. Sometimes, their job titles are downright misleading. A personal example was when i was a student i took a job with Shell and my official title was Senior Sanitation Engineer. Sounds impressive right? Makes you think that my job involved heavy machinery or something, right? Well, the only heavy machinery i operated was a vacuum cleaner as in real world terms, I was a cleaner. Companies sometimes also are guilty of giving position titles that are so idiosyncratic to that company no one outside tha company would have the slightest inkling of what that job actualy does.
In one company i worked for which by the way was a Direct Marketing Company, there was a chap who's job title was Assistant Quality Administrator for Excellence. To this day i have no idea what he did and i worked there! I'm sure many of you have strange or jargonic sounding position titles and feel free put a comment on my blog. Anyway, i suppose he bottom line is you shouldn't always take what people say they do at face value, and a basic rule of thumb i suppose, is that the more sylables the title has, the lower down the food chain that position most likely is.
"It is dangerous to be sincere unless you are also stupid."
George Bernard Shaw (1856 - 1950), Man and Superman (1903) "Maxims for Revolutionists"
My god, my god, my god!
Can't believe i haven't posted in over a week. Feel like I'm experiencing withdrawal or something. It's not that I've been so utterly busy that I've had to no time to post anything. It's more like the latter. I've had copious ammounts of time, due to my status of being currently unemployed, that my usually laidback self has been so laid back I'm lying down. It's been a case of "I'll do it in an hour." for the past week or so. Now, finally, that hour has dawned and I'm finally posted something.
Well, today I'm finally out of the house. I've been veggieng in my room all week. It's nice to see people, the sun. buildings, anything, apart from the four walls of my teeny tiny room.On the job front, I'm supposed to call that HR guy from the bank today to find out how my applications doing. A bit nervous la to call, well that and i forgot to bring his number when i went out.
Just finished my firts cycle at the gym. Whoah, 12 weeks on and i feel slightly stronger than i did before i started. Noticeble change though, I've lost 4 inches off my waist and gained an 1 and 1/2 on my biceps! Yay for me! Anyway, I'm thinking of taking a bus up north next week to look at some old ruins in Kedah. Supposed to be the oldest settlement in Malaysia they've found, over a 1000 yrs old. Not ancient by European standards but pretty darned old for S.E. Asia. Next week I'm flying of to Jakarta to meet up with my dear old mum and dad. Looking forward to it, I need a break from this endless tedium of unmployment. Yes, you may say i got time to spare, but when you have no money to do things it gets pretty hard to to anything with it. Weird, when you're working you got cash but you ain't got time, when you're not working it's the other way around. You're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't i guess.
Anyway, I gotta leave starbuck's soon, so i'll post again later when i get back with the results of my call to that HR guy. Regards all and take care.....
Can't believe i haven't posted in over a week. Feel like I'm experiencing withdrawal or something. It's not that I've been so utterly busy that I've had to no time to post anything. It's more like the latter. I've had copious ammounts of time, due to my status of being currently unemployed, that my usually laidback self has been so laid back I'm lying down. It's been a case of "I'll do it in an hour." for the past week or so. Now, finally, that hour has dawned and I'm finally posted something.
Well, today I'm finally out of the house. I've been veggieng in my room all week. It's nice to see people, the sun. buildings, anything, apart from the four walls of my teeny tiny room.On the job front, I'm supposed to call that HR guy from the bank today to find out how my applications doing. A bit nervous la to call, well that and i forgot to bring his number when i went out.
Just finished my firts cycle at the gym. Whoah, 12 weeks on and i feel slightly stronger than i did before i started. Noticeble change though, I've lost 4 inches off my waist and gained an 1 and 1/2 on my biceps! Yay for me! Anyway, I'm thinking of taking a bus up north next week to look at some old ruins in Kedah. Supposed to be the oldest settlement in Malaysia they've found, over a 1000 yrs old. Not ancient by European standards but pretty darned old for S.E. Asia. Next week I'm flying of to Jakarta to meet up with my dear old mum and dad. Looking forward to it, I need a break from this endless tedium of unmployment. Yes, you may say i got time to spare, but when you have no money to do things it gets pretty hard to to anything with it. Weird, when you're working you got cash but you ain't got time, when you're not working it's the other way around. You're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't i guess.
Anyway, I gotta leave starbuck's soon, so i'll post again later when i get back with the results of my call to that HR guy. Regards all and take care.....
"In heaven, all the interesting people are missing."
Friedrich Nietzsche
Yesterday I posted the lyrics to one of my most favourite songs, "Everything", by Alanis Morisette. Yes, yes, call me a big softy if you must but i do have my sensitive side and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Well, I was asked a question with i didn't answer in a straight forward manner about the song. Someone asked me who the song reminded me of when i heard the song. I replied "she know who whe is." Well to be honest, the reason i like the song isn't because it reminds me of anyone, it's because I find many paralels in my own concept of what i consider to be love in that song.
I like the song because I relate to it, it more or less voices what i want in a relationship. I want my partner to love me for everything that i am, both good and bad. The way that Alanis describes herself in the song, that she can be this and that, she's an asshole and a baby, yet wise and kind, putting both the negative and positive on equal par yet at the end of it all she states that her beau loves her regardless of her flaws. No ones perfect, and if you go on looking for the perfect mate you'll just find yourself hurt. Alternatively, if you constantly try to change your partner to something else that is other from what he/she is again all you'll find is hurt. The problem is that more often than not people cannot change, they can only addapt.
Alanis' beau understands this and loves her for what she is, well, in the song anyway. He loves her for the person that she is. He's not in love with her image, her body, her potential or any other singular feature that she posesses. He's in love with her, her as a whole. Every feature and aspect of the woman he finds besmitting even though she's not the most beautiful woman on earth or the smartest or the sexiest. To him, because it is her, she is all that and more. I suppose I'm talking about impartial love and unfortunately you only get that from pets! It is possible though for two people to reach something that is almost there and both sides will have to bend a bit here and there before they reach it but when they do, it is heaven. That is in my opinion what true love is.
It's not the flowers, the valentines or the chocolates or candles or moon-lit dinners, it's understanding and more importantly, acceptance. Understanding that both are equal and accepting the idea of each others individuality. All the rest are merely gestures. There are many paths a person can walk down in life, each is personal and seperate from anyone elses, but two paths can be parallel to each other but only if both sides want to walk together. I suppose the answer to that question is that it's me that I'm thinking of when i hear that song. It is me who wants to be singing it, though i would like my partner to be singing it with me.
I like the song because I relate to it, it more or less voices what i want in a relationship. I want my partner to love me for everything that i am, both good and bad. The way that Alanis describes herself in the song, that she can be this and that, she's an asshole and a baby, yet wise and kind, putting both the negative and positive on equal par yet at the end of it all she states that her beau loves her regardless of her flaws. No ones perfect, and if you go on looking for the perfect mate you'll just find yourself hurt. Alternatively, if you constantly try to change your partner to something else that is other from what he/she is again all you'll find is hurt. The problem is that more often than not people cannot change, they can only addapt.
Alanis' beau understands this and loves her for what she is, well, in the song anyway. He loves her for the person that she is. He's not in love with her image, her body, her potential or any other singular feature that she posesses. He's in love with her, her as a whole. Every feature and aspect of the woman he finds besmitting even though she's not the most beautiful woman on earth or the smartest or the sexiest. To him, because it is her, she is all that and more. I suppose I'm talking about impartial love and unfortunately you only get that from pets! It is possible though for two people to reach something that is almost there and both sides will have to bend a bit here and there before they reach it but when they do, it is heaven. That is in my opinion what true love is.
It's not the flowers, the valentines or the chocolates or candles or moon-lit dinners, it's understanding and more importantly, acceptance. Understanding that both are equal and accepting the idea of each others individuality. All the rest are merely gestures. There are many paths a person can walk down in life, each is personal and seperate from anyone elses, but two paths can be parallel to each other but only if both sides want to walk together. I suppose the answer to that question is that it's me that I'm thinking of when i hear that song. It is me who wants to be singing it, though i would like my partner to be singing it with me.
I met up with the HR guy of the bank I'm trying to get a job with yesterday.
He had called me up and asked to come over to his office to pass him an updated version of my CV + some additional info about my previous jobs. Well, I've already had my two interviews and him doing this seems to say to me that their interested. They better fucking be, cuz not only did he make me drive all the way to KL during rush hour, he's asking me to pop by AGAIN this thursday... I will be one very sad U.P. if they don't hire me...
Anyway, I'm contemplating going to watch the Prodigy this week-end but I'm not too sure if I wanna go. If I do go, this'll be the third time this month I'm going clubbing in a row. Then again, when will they ever come down to KL again? When I was in London the bastards' were on a 7 yr hiatus preparing their latest album. So, does that mean the next time I'll get to see them is when I'm in my mid-thirties? Arg.
Man, I hate being unemployed. Yes I do have a hell of a lot of time to waste but that's just the thing. I've practically done all the things I can do and still i got spare time. It's fucking boring as hell... I need to find something else to do with my time apart from bumming.
Anyway, you all take care, see you around on my next post! (which might be soon as I still have nothing to do today.)
He had called me up and asked to come over to his office to pass him an updated version of my CV + some additional info about my previous jobs. Well, I've already had my two interviews and him doing this seems to say to me that their interested. They better fucking be, cuz not only did he make me drive all the way to KL during rush hour, he's asking me to pop by AGAIN this thursday... I will be one very sad U.P. if they don't hire me...
Anyway, I'm contemplating going to watch the Prodigy this week-end but I'm not too sure if I wanna go. If I do go, this'll be the third time this month I'm going clubbing in a row. Then again, when will they ever come down to KL again? When I was in London the bastards' were on a 7 yr hiatus preparing their latest album. So, does that mean the next time I'll get to see them is when I'm in my mid-thirties? Arg.
Man, I hate being unemployed. Yes I do have a hell of a lot of time to waste but that's just the thing. I've practically done all the things I can do and still i got spare time. It's fucking boring as hell... I need to find something else to do with my time apart from bumming.
Anyway, you all take care, see you around on my next post! (which might be soon as I still have nothing to do today.)
"He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it."Douglas Adams (1952 - 2001), "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"
One of the most beautiful soongs ever written... ;.)
I can be an asshole of the grandest kind
I can withhold like it's going out of style
I can be the moodiest baby and you've never met anyone
Who is as negative as I am sometimes
I am the wisest woman you've ever met
I am the kindest soul with whom you've connected
I have the bravest heart that you've ever seen and you've never met anyone
Who is as positive as I am sometimes
you see everything you see every part
you see all my light and you love my dark
you dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't relate
And you're still here
I blame everyone else & not my own partaking
my passive aggressive-ness can be devastating
I'm terrified and mistrusting and you've never met anyone
Who is as closed down as I am sometimes
you see everything you see every part
you see all my light and you love my dark
you dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't relate
And you're still here
What I resist persists and speaks louder than i know
What i resist you love no matter how low or high I go
I am the funniest woman that you've ever known
I am the dullest woman that you've ever known
I'm the most gorgeous woman that you've ever known and you've never met anyone
Who is as everything as I am sometimes
you see everything you see every part
you see all my light and you love my dark
you dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't relate
And you're still here
I can be an asshole of the grandest kind
I can withhold like it's going out of style
I can be the moodiest baby and you've never met anyone
Who is as negative as I am sometimes
I am the wisest woman you've ever met
I am the kindest soul with whom you've connected
I have the bravest heart that you've ever seen and you've never met anyone
Who is as positive as I am sometimes
you see everything you see every part
you see all my light and you love my dark
you dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't relate
And you're still here
I blame everyone else & not my own partaking
my passive aggressive-ness can be devastating
I'm terrified and mistrusting and you've never met anyone
Who is as closed down as I am sometimes
you see everything you see every part
you see all my light and you love my dark
you dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't relate
And you're still here
What I resist persists and speaks louder than i know
What i resist you love no matter how low or high I go
I am the funniest woman that you've ever known
I am the dullest woman that you've ever known
I'm the most gorgeous woman that you've ever known and you've never met anyone
Who is as everything as I am sometimes
you see everything you see every part
you see all my light and you love my dark
you dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't relate
And you're still here
"A bore is a man who, when you ask him how he is, tells you."
Bert Leston Taylor, The So-Called Human Race (1922)
Whoah, ast week-end was a blast, seriously...
Went up to Genting, a resort cum casino in the highlands of Malaysia for those of you who don't know, for an outdoor "event". Dance music mostly and a little bit of hip-hop n R n B... Over 15,000 tickets were sold and about 20,000 people turned up... Anyway, if you've been following my posts you would have known this by now so now is the story of my recovery n what i did when i was up there as i'm sure some people must be simply dying to know!
Anyway, the trip up there wasn't too bad... Took me about 1 hr n 1/2+ to pick me cousin up, by me booze n other necessities and get to the base of Genting... The drive up was a panoply of twists turn n hair-pins it was rediculous, "good luck to me on the way down" i thought. When we finally reached the summit n got to me hotel, First World Hotel. Now, I'm not kidding when i say that we should find whichever architect it was who designed this immense monstrosity, and hang the bastard for this grievious rong upon humanity so as to stop his/her madness. Eyesore does not even begin to describe what this building looks like. 3,000+ rooms, largest in the world this hotel. It looks like a prison, but realising their folly after they constructed this, this, behemoth of concrete, they decided to paint it in flowing rainbow stripes! It is the most god-awful building i've ever seen, if it was a dog they shoot it out of compassion! Nothing deserves to look like that....
Went up to Genting, a resort cum casino in the highlands of Malaysia for those of you who don't know, for an outdoor "event". Dance music mostly and a little bit of hip-hop n R n B... Over 15,000 tickets were sold and about 20,000 people turned up... Anyway, if you've been following my posts you would have known this by now so now is the story of my recovery n what i did when i was up there as i'm sure some people must be simply dying to know!
Anyway, the trip up there wasn't too bad... Took me about 1 hr n 1/2+ to pick me cousin up, by me booze n other necessities and get to the base of Genting... The drive up was a panoply of twists turn n hair-pins it was rediculous, "good luck to me on the way down" i thought. When we finally reached the summit n got to me hotel, First World Hotel. Now, I'm not kidding when i say that we should find whichever architect it was who designed this immense monstrosity, and hang the bastard for this grievious rong upon humanity so as to stop his/her madness. Eyesore does not even begin to describe what this building looks like. 3,000+ rooms, largest in the world this hotel. It looks like a prison, but realising their folly after they constructed this, this, behemoth of concrete, they decided to paint it in flowing rainbow stripes! It is the most god-awful building i've ever seen, if it was a dog they shoot it out of compassion! Nothing deserves to look like that....
eeuch!
Anyway, apart from what it looked like, the hotel was pretty much ok, i mean it had a casino n indoor themepark n a whole bunch of restaurants. It even had Starbuck's for crying out loud. It didn't, however, have room-services which i was pretty much counting on to get ice for me booze n the check-in "experience" was somewhat akin to trying to sort out you're banking or something, you had to take a number before you could reach the front desk and there were over 20 counters!
Anyway, we reached there by 2pm or so, checked-in, i got me own room n me cousin was part of the press corps so got her own room au gratis. It was then that i decided it would be a good time to break out the boutbon and get souced prior to the rave. Managed to go through half a bottle before going down for dinner and boy was that an experience. Wondering around some mad-capitalist dream what with all the twinkling lights and opportunities to waste hard earn cash on meaningless games. I felt like i had unknowingly left the planet and ended up on Mars. The alcohol did pretty wel in tempering my mood and kept my head pretty much latched on while walking around the place.
Managed to get my self into the press section of the restaurant for free grub so that was a plus. Lucky for me, i have a few really good mates working as punters so they sorted me out with dinner n even, lo n behold, a VIP pass to the event! I was well sorted! Dinner was standard buffet 'grule n water'-like, edible but in my state it was a wonder i managed to keep it down... By kick-off time we headed down to the outdoor parking lot where the event was beeing held, and so from Mars i walked into Dante's Hell re-invisioned.
Fog litteraly covered the place, I'v been told it was mist, but mist doesn't render visibility down to 5%! What with the loud blaring music, fog, lasers n flashing lights, throngs of people dancing to the beat, i thought,"Hell yeah!"
5 different 'areas' were oferred up to us with a variety of different styles of music n 1 VIP lounge cum chillout area. Drinks were reasonably cheap though it had better have been looking at how much i had to dole out for the room. I met people i hadn't seen in years n it was pretty comforting that they remembered my name even though most of them i had met in passing in my prior years of more rigourous hedonism.
Overall, the trip was way wicked n well worth going. I danced myself silly for close to 10 hours, ten hours! I'm amazed i can still walk. I suppose the my more then merely pickled state did play a big part in my overall ecstaticness. Anyway to cut a long story short, i had a good time...
The trip down was another whole adventure upon itself. I'lll go write it up on it in my next post depending on whether i remember or not, but if you're interested please do comment me on it. Anywa, i got this damn lap-top on my lap and I'm typing in the dark. I would really like to have children after this and i'm sure all this radiation my balls are receiving now can't be good for it in the long run. So you all take care and see you later true-believers, night-night from the UrbanProphet.....
Anyway, we reached there by 2pm or so, checked-in, i got me own room n me cousin was part of the press corps so got her own room au gratis. It was then that i decided it would be a good time to break out the boutbon and get souced prior to the rave. Managed to go through half a bottle before going down for dinner and boy was that an experience. Wondering around some mad-capitalist dream what with all the twinkling lights and opportunities to waste hard earn cash on meaningless games. I felt like i had unknowingly left the planet and ended up on Mars. The alcohol did pretty wel in tempering my mood and kept my head pretty much latched on while walking around the place.
Managed to get my self into the press section of the restaurant for free grub so that was a plus. Lucky for me, i have a few really good mates working as punters so they sorted me out with dinner n even, lo n behold, a VIP pass to the event! I was well sorted! Dinner was standard buffet 'grule n water'-like, edible but in my state it was a wonder i managed to keep it down... By kick-off time we headed down to the outdoor parking lot where the event was beeing held, and so from Mars i walked into Dante's Hell re-invisioned.
Fog litteraly covered the place, I'v been told it was mist, but mist doesn't render visibility down to 5%! What with the loud blaring music, fog, lasers n flashing lights, throngs of people dancing to the beat, i thought,"Hell yeah!"
5 different 'areas' were oferred up to us with a variety of different styles of music n 1 VIP lounge cum chillout area. Drinks were reasonably cheap though it had better have been looking at how much i had to dole out for the room. I met people i hadn't seen in years n it was pretty comforting that they remembered my name even though most of them i had met in passing in my prior years of more rigourous hedonism.
Overall, the trip was way wicked n well worth going. I danced myself silly for close to 10 hours, ten hours! I'm amazed i can still walk. I suppose the my more then merely pickled state did play a big part in my overall ecstaticness. Anyway to cut a long story short, i had a good time...
The trip down was another whole adventure upon itself. I'lll go write it up on it in my next post depending on whether i remember or not, but if you're interested please do comment me on it. Anywa, i got this damn lap-top on my lap and I'm typing in the dark. I would really like to have children after this and i'm sure all this radiation my balls are receiving now can't be good for it in the long run. So you all take care and see you later true-believers, night-night from the UrbanProphet.....
"Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes."
Mahatma Gandhi
"Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save."Will Rogers (1879 - 1935), New York TImes, Apr. 29, 1930
As I sit here sipping my tea, I realise I have barely 2 1/2 hrs before my interview. In any other part of the world, particularly the bits that are rather flat and have not that many buildings, 2 1/2 hrs is more then enough time to make what should be a 20 minute journey. However, temporal space in large cities tend to be rather warped and disfigured, where leaving five minutes after doesn't necessarily mean it'll take you 5 minutes more. It might mean you'll reach there 3minutes early or 1 hr late depending on the time of day.
I have a theory about this.
I think this is due to all the large buildings a city has, the combine mass of the aforesaid buildings warp time and space itself and much like a star can bend light, these buildings bend time. So when you leave at different intervals, you enter something like a wormhole where time has no meaning and the universe randomly spits you out at various points in time that never coincides with the time your supposed to get there. So today, I decided to cheat the universe. Yes, I've woken up 3 hrs prior to when i gotta get to my interview so that after I leave the universe will have to spit me out sometime prior to my interview. Yes, how clever am I! Now I just need to rub my lucky rabbits foot and find my medallions to ward off the evil attentions of the ancient and evil spirits of HR. Wish me Luck!
I have a theory about this.
I think this is due to all the large buildings a city has, the combine mass of the aforesaid buildings warp time and space itself and much like a star can bend light, these buildings bend time. So when you leave at different intervals, you enter something like a wormhole where time has no meaning and the universe randomly spits you out at various points in time that never coincides with the time your supposed to get there. So today, I decided to cheat the universe. Yes, I've woken up 3 hrs prior to when i gotta get to my interview so that after I leave the universe will have to spit me out sometime prior to my interview. Yes, how clever am I! Now I just need to rub my lucky rabbits foot and find my medallions to ward off the evil attentions of the ancient and evil spirits of HR. Wish me Luck!
I came across a whole bunch'a one liners in Latin whilst surfing this morning. Whoah, I found a few which I feel that, even though the language has been dead for a couple of centuries, many of the phrases could still be used today. Click here for the complete list, but here's my top ten fave's:-
1. Asinus asinum fricat
The ass rubs the ass. (Conceited people flatter each other about qualities they do not possess)
2. Auribus teneo lupum
I hold a wolf by the ears. (I am in a dangerous situation and dare not let go.)
3. Ascendo tuum
Up yours
4. Antiquis temporibus, nati tibi similes in rupibus ventosissimis exponebantur ad necem
In the good old days, children like you were left to perish on windswept crags
5. Amicule, deliciae, num is sum qui mentiar tibi?
Baby, sweetheart, would I lie to you?
6. Brevior saltare cum deformibus mulieribus est vita
Life is too short to dance with ugly women
7. Braccae tuae aperiuntur
Your fly is open
8. Carpe Cerevisi!
Seize the beer!
9. Certe, toto, sentio nos in kansate non iam adesse
You know, Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore
10. Machina improba! Vel mihi ede potum vel mihi redde nummos meos!
You infernal machine! Give me a beverage or give me my money back!
I can't wait for Saturday.
It's been a long time since I've went to a proper party, you know, one that starts as the sun sets and ends when it comes back again. Yeah, I''ve already picked out what I'm going to wear, (yes I know, for a guy, I'm pretty vain!) booked my room and now all I have to do is wait. It should be a real banging party, I hope, they've got D.J.'s from all voer flying down, what's more it's gonna be held on the roof-top of a car-park right up in the mountains. Hmm, I wonder if anyone's gonna fall off? Anyway, I've also decided that as I'm starting a new job soon, I hope, I'm gonna restrict my partying to once a month. Expensive habit to have, clubbing. Also, I think I'll be needing to concentrate on my new job 110%.
Anyway, my interview is tomorrow. Arg! Starting to get butterflies in my stomach and what's worse, I'm starting to come down with the flu! Apart from that I feel pretty much pumped about the whole ordeal that I'll have to face. Been going through all the possible questions in my head and coming up with appropriate answers. Anyway, gotta go now, need to freshen up and shower as my sweetheart's coming over to pick me up. Ciaou 'til tomorrow....
It's been a long time since I've went to a proper party, you know, one that starts as the sun sets and ends when it comes back again. Yeah, I''ve already picked out what I'm going to wear, (yes I know, for a guy, I'm pretty vain!) booked my room and now all I have to do is wait. It should be a real banging party, I hope, they've got D.J.'s from all voer flying down, what's more it's gonna be held on the roof-top of a car-park right up in the mountains. Hmm, I wonder if anyone's gonna fall off? Anyway, I've also decided that as I'm starting a new job soon, I hope, I'm gonna restrict my partying to once a month. Expensive habit to have, clubbing. Also, I think I'll be needing to concentrate on my new job 110%.
Anyway, my interview is tomorrow. Arg! Starting to get butterflies in my stomach and what's worse, I'm starting to come down with the flu! Apart from that I feel pretty much pumped about the whole ordeal that I'll have to face. Been going through all the possible questions in my head and coming up with appropriate answers. Anyway, gotta go now, need to freshen up and shower as my sweetheart's coming over to pick me up. Ciaou 'til tomorrow....
"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by."
Douglas Adams
Well for those of you who don't know me personally, I'm once again without a job... The space aliens who hired me were getting a bit too much for me, so i basically told them where they could stick their cd's and collected my first and final pay-cheque from them today. They weren't bad people, really, but my gosh when every conversation begins with "Dr.______ says that if you listen to this cd it will .......". I hat to break it to them but there is no such thing as a quick fix and if you've got problems there's only one person who can solve it for you and that's you. In the words of my signifigant other when it comes to problems, "you've got to grin and bare it."
Well anyway, I've had it up to here with wee ickle companies and decided to set my sites on biger prey. I've decided to work for a bank. A nice stable organisation with set rules, practices and job specifications. A bit of good fortune came my way the other day and i got invited to an interview over at the biggest bank in Malaysia, MayBank. As always, I managed to give a good first impression with my potential employers. I'm a bit of a social chameleon and have always found it easy for me to 'fit in' when i want to. I guess it boils down to understanding what people want to hear and knowing when to say it.
Anyway, I scored immensely in my last interview and have been invited to a second interview. According to some of my friends, when it comes to banks, getting past you're first interview is usually the killer as that's when the 'boss' most likely talks to you. The second interview is left to HR to beat up what's left of you. Anyway, interview #1 ended with smiles and laughs and lots of hand-shaking so I'm actually looking forward to my next interview.
If i get this job methinks I'm gonna stick to it like a dog with a bone. I've had enough fun already and need to think about my future. God, if my dad heard me saying that I think he'd buy me a cigar. Anyway, this week-end I'm gonna celebrate me getting the job, whoah lotsa self confidence there, by partying down up on Genting. They've got a big event with loads of DJ's coming over from the UK. It'll be an all night event so i'm gonna whip out my dancing shoes and boogie to the break of dawn. If you wanna get tickets for those of you in Malaysia n Singapore check out this link. Tickets can be bought at the club itself but you'll get the details from zouk's site.
"A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing."
George Bernard Shaw
Darn it!
My appologies... All my pics went off-line yesterday due to server restrictions... I didn't realise it but apparently you're only allowed 10Mb's of download per day... Well I think i sorted out the problem by spreading out my pics over a few servers etc. etc... So the problem shouldn't resurface again. Anyway, you all take care and remember, If you like/dislike what you read, comments please!
My appologies... All my pics went off-line yesterday due to server restrictions... I didn't realise it but apparently you're only allowed 10Mb's of download per day... Well I think i sorted out the problem by spreading out my pics over a few servers etc. etc... So the problem shouldn't resurface again. Anyway, you all take care and remember, If you like/dislike what you read, comments please!
